memeories
Yo, did you retrieve the memories we made? In the depths of the struggle, where the shadows invade, I’m spitting rhymes like bullets, they ricochet in your mind, Every line a reminder of the battles we’d find. Like a soldier in the trenches, I’m dodging the pain, But the scars on my heart, man, they never wane, Did you find the pieces of the dreams we once shared? Or are they lost in the chaos, like a soul unprepared? (Verse 2) I’m digging through the wreckage, sifting through the lies, Searching for the truth in a world full of spies, Did you retrieve the passion that ignited the fire? Or is it buried beneath all the doubts and the mire? I’m the voice of the unheard, the pen's my sword, With every stroke of the ink, I’m striking a chord, So tell me, did you get it, or is it still outta reach? In this game of life, man, I’m ready to teach.
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Yo, did you retrieve the memories we made? In the depths of the struggle, where the shadows invade, I’m spitting rhymes like bullets, they ricochet in your mind, Every line a reminder of the battles we’d find. Like a soldier in the trenches, I’m dodging the pain, But the scars on my heart, man, they never wane, Did you find the pieces of the dreams we once shared? Or are they lost in the chaos, like a soul unprepared? (Verse 2) I’m digging through the wreckage, sifting through the lies, Searching for the truth in a world full of spies, Did you retrieve the passion that ignited the fire? Or is it buried beneath all the doubts and the mire? I’m the voice of the unheard, the pen's my sword, With every stroke of the ink, I’m striking a chord, So tell me, did you get it, or is it still outta reach? In this game of life, man, I’m ready to teach.